Chapter 160 Dealing with Frank
"Frank, I gotta head home. No need to say more," Tina said, turning him down again.
"Alright, I'll drive you back," Frank replied, forcing a smile.
Tina shook her head. "No, I'll just grab a cab." She walked out of the private room without looking back.
As soon as she left, Frank's face darkened. Dinner with Tina had been a bust; she seemed uninterested no matter what he talked about.
Frank was pissed. He was a genius, with women lining up to be with him, and here was Tina, brushing him off.
In the parking lot of the Serenity Grand Hotel, Frank headed to his Bugatti. Suddenly, more than ten masked figures appeared.
"Who the hell are you?" Frank frowned.
The group stayed silent. Their leader, Sharkman, lunged at Frank. "You're asking for it!" Frank muttered, ready to fight.
Sharkman reached him, and they started brawling. Frank thought he could take him down easily, but Sharkman was skilled. They were evenly matched.
"Damn, why are there so many experts in Silverbrook?" Frank gritted his teeth. First Wolfman, now Sharkman.
"Go!" Sharkman ordered. The other masked men pulled out stun batons and charged at Frank.
Normally, Frank could handle a dozen guys, but Sharkman had him pinned down. A stun baton jabbed into his side, sending a jolt of electricity through him. Then another, and another.
Frank hit the ground, convulsing. The voltage was intense, causing pain, shock, and loss of resistance. Three stun batons at once would have killed an ordinary person, but Frank was tougher.
"Stop!" Sharkman called out when Frank started foaming at the mouth. He squatted down, checked Frank, and saw he was out cold.
"Strip him and dump him on the street," Sharkman ordered.
"Got it!" The group stripped Frank naked and left him on the street.
Eric had ordered Sharkman to do this. Frank's arrogance needed a lesson, but Eric didn't want him dead. Killing Frank would provoke the Perez family, and even Sean couldn't handle that fallout.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man woke Frank up. "Are you alright?"
Frank opened his eyes to find himself lying on the street, surrounded by people laughing, taking pictures, and talking.
He looked down and realized he was naked. Furious, he jumped up.
"Are you okay? Need me to call 911?" the man asked.
"Give me your coat!" Frank snapped.
Frank yanked the coat from the guy and wrapped it around his waist.
Just then, a reporter with a camera and a woman with a microphone pushed through the crowd and rushed up to him.
"Sir, I'm from Silverbrook City Daily. Can I ask why you're lying naked on the street? Is there a story here?" The reporter shoved the mic in Frank's face.
Frank lost it. He punched the reporter and kicked the cameraman's gear over.
"Anyone else takes a picture, and I'll kill you!" he shouted at the crowd.
People quickly put their phones away.
Frank shoved through the crowd and bolted back to the hotel.
In his room, he was fuming. "Who did this?!" he roared, eyes blazing with anger.
He'd never been humiliated like this before.
'Eric!' Frank thought. "It had to be Eric!"
He couldn't think of anyone else in Silverbrook who'd do this to him.
Even without proof, he was sure it was Eric.
"Eric, you bastard! You think you can get away with it? I'll make you pay!" Frank yelled, grabbing the phone to make a call.
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
After dinner, Eric dropped Kyle off at home and then went to the hospital with Sharon to visit Amelia.
In the special care ward, Sharkman walked in.
"Sharkman, you're back. How'd it go? No one saw you, right?" Eric asked.
"Don't worry, Eric. It went off without a hitch. Frank didn't see our faces," Sharkman replied.
"And as you asked, I tipped off Silverbrook City Daily. It'll be all over the news tomorrow!" Sharkman grinned.
"He thought he could mess with me? Let's see if he dares to show his face in Silverbrook now!" Eric sneered.
"Eric, Frank's got some serious connections. If he suspects you, won't that be a problem?" Sharkman asked, a bit worried.
"If he's got half a brain, he'll suspect me. But without proof, what's he gonna do? If he tries anything, we're not exactly pushovers," Eric said with a smirk.
Then he added, "Sharkman, it's late. You've done enough for today. Go home and get some rest."
Eric had sent Sharkman instead of Wolfman for a reason: Wolfman had fought Frank before. If Frank recognized Wolfman's fighting style, it could blow their cover.
Eric thought he had everything covered, but he underestimated just how crazy Frank could get.
The next morning, at Power Mansion.
Eric parked his car and walked into the company.
"Good morning, Mr. Phillips!" the security guard greeted him.
Eric headed straight for the elevator. Cooper had mentioned a document that needed his signature, so he came in early.
At the elevator, he noticed seven or eight young women waiting, all stylishly dressed and quite attractive.
But Eric didn't recognize any of them. And they didn't greet him either.
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